Chords: Hunter, #1

By Brynn Paulin

Romy

 

Who doesn't dream of meeting their rock idol? And what are the chances of running into him on the concourse outside the concert venue? It's a dream come true. Obviously, it's fate.

 

Until he's a total jerk. 

 

I'm tempted to leave the concert, but heck no, I spent too much money for my front row ticket. Annoyed, I take my seat and glare at him. Not that he'll know, but it will make me feel better until I get home and rip up every picture I have of him.

 

But he does know.

 

To my shock, security comes for me at the intermission. Crap. This won't end well, will it?

 

Dray

 

This was already an utter dumpster-fire of a day. Broken guitar strings, a cut on my chord hand, a brother who's having a diabetic event right before we're supposed to go onstage… Then I run into the cutest little groupie I've ever seen. I don't have time for this. I've never had time for females—at all. I cut her dead before I do something I'll regret. Like drag her onto the tour bus and never let her go.

 

Only I do regret it. And when she takes her place in front of me and proceeds to shoot daggers at me, I know I've made a huge mistake. Not only is this a woman I need to pursue, but she's mine. 

 

The tour bus option seems like a good idea after all…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Supernova Indie Publishing Services LLC
• Release date: May 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781623443658

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Chords

Hunter

By Brynn Paulin

Supernova Indie Publishing Services, LLC

www.supernovaindie.com

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Chords

by

Brynn Paulin

Romy

Who doesn’t dream of meeting their rock idol? And what are the chances of running into him on the concourse outside the concert venue? It’s a dream come true. Obviously, it’s fate.

Until he’s a total jerk.

I’m tempted to leave the concert, but heck no, I spent too much money for my front row ticket. Annoyed, I take my seat and glare at him. Not that he’ll know, but it will make me feel better until I get home and rip up every picture I have of him.

But he does know.

To my shock, security comes for me at the intermission. Crap. This won’t end well, will it?

Dray

This was already an utter dumpster-fire of a day. Broken guitar strings, a cut on my chord hand, a brother who’s having a diabetic event right before we’re supposed to go onstage… Then I run into the cutest little groupie I’ve ever seen. I don’t have time for this. I’ve never had time for females—at all. I cut her dead before I do something I’ll regret. Like drag her onto the tour bus and never let her go.

Only I do regret it. And when she takes her place in front of me and proceeds to shoot daggers at me, I know I’ve made a huge mistake. Not only is this a woman I need to pursue, but she’s mine.

The tour bus option seems like a good idea after all…

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© 2020, Brynn Paulin

Chords

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Electronic Format ISBN: 978-1-62344-365-8

Published by: Supernova Indie Publishing Services, LLC

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Dedication

To my fellow Forever Safe authors

Chapter One

~ Romy ~

The noise, the crowd, the jostling… I totally didn’t care. My eyes were wide with wonder as I took in the huge banners and displays throughout the arena concourse. Like a kid at Disney or a tourist seeing New York skyscrapers for the first time, I was filled with awe.

Sure, at twenty-three, I’d been to concerts before. But I had never, ever been to a Hunter concert. They were the biggest group in the world. No joke, they were number one everywhere. Tickets for this concert had been sold out in less than five minutes. I only had one because my neighbor had gotten a pair for his daughter. The little snot had told him she didn’t want to go.

When he’d asked me if I wanted them, because I always watched their dogs when they go on vacation, I’d almost swooned. Somehow, I managed to rasp out yes, before I’d burst into tears. I didn’t have someone to go with me, but I didn’t mind flying solo. Not if I got to go to my dream concert.

Hunter might be the hottest thing this century—I mean, really, what was in that family’s gene pool?—but I was their biggest fan. To be perfectly clear, I’m Dray Hunter, lead guitarist and head songwriter’s, biggest fan.

Butterflies erupted in my belly at the chance to see him from the front row. God help me if his primary stage position was right in front of me. My panties would be toast. I willed myself to calm down before I embarrassed myself by doing some weird happy dance in the middle of the concourse. I was early, but I could—

Holy crap! Was that Dray Hunter?

The wind was knocked out of me as surely as if I’d taken a hit from a linebacker. No, fucking way.

Without even thinking, I gravitated toward him. Was it my imagination? No one else even seemed to notice him. How was that possible? He was at the concession counter when I got to him.

Be cool. Be cool.

You’re Dray Hunter, I gushed in a totally normal, not-fangirling at all voice.

Yeah, he clipped out.

I’m—

Yeah, he interrupted. I really don’t care. I don’t have time—

Before I could even drop open my mouth at his complete rudeness, two huge guys pushed between us. Bodyguards, I guessed. One ushered him away while the other procured whatever Dray had been after at the stand.

Tears stung my eyes, and I spun away in shock and mortification as my rock idol plummeted off his pedestal. I blinked rapidly, refusing to cry. How dumb was I? Seriously. Seriously, how dumb was I to think Dray Hunter would give a care about a fan?

Ass. Hole. What a dick.

My cheeks burned. I couldn’t even think of excuses for him. Suddenly, the last thing I wanted was to head into the arena and watch my favorite band. If Dray was like that, were they all? The thought made me ill.

Turning on the ball of my foot, I started toward the exit. I was halfway there when I changed my mind. My seat cost well over two hundred bucks. There was no way I was missing this concert. And if I happened to be in the front row glaring at Dray the whole time, so be it.

Unwilling to be cowed by my rock idol turning out to be a dick, I wandered around the crowded concourse a little longer before heading for my seat. An attendant stopped me at the entrance to the floor, checked my ticket then escorted me up to my row.

A buzz of anticipation vibrated around me. More than sound, it was a